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tip toe - quanche lyrics

[intro]
uh
but where’d he go?
woop!

[verse 1]
been through so many hawks it’s like i’m in atlanta
my clique is just a bunch of dogs she think she in a kennel
rollin’ stoley’s brodie i don’t pay no incidentals
smoking on some cannabis this sh-t is medicinal
might catch me talking to these b-tches like i’m rich or something
only when it’s bounty season, sh-t, at least i’m flipping something
yeah, leaning on that link, nah i ain’t sipping nothing
but if you need that, hey you got that urge them prescriptions coming
fake f-cks i don’t like them, you got a problem alright it’s on sight then
yelling out “gheeez” the whole city flea’s, when they see a vr cat they bite him
and the crown wanna say we a gang and we wreak havoc “your bandana hang like hamoc
they should be in chains god d-mn it! can’t stand it! put em in a project leave em outta city planning”
and i know, they just wanna see me with my bros, catch me doing something put me in the federals
you ain’t gotta worry ’bout a phone, they gave a man life off a rap video, d-mn
you grew up on that feet up sh-t, i’m yelling “free up” to who i grew up with

[hook]
i’d like to think that i’m part of more
painting chaos on a canvas reading art of war
anything i ever did i did on my accord
it’s that allure; buying products that were not endorsed
heard it through the silence, lead astray by the guidance
so utter defiance is the only thing that we’ll comply with
we ready, so i hope that you ready
cause the good die young so you better be sinning if you really wanna live past twenty

[verse 2]
all a youngin’ tryna do is make it out the bottom
they said he died within two minutes after they shot him
there’s no saving us if we brave enough to seek asylum
they just turn us away, so we turn to survival
might catch me talking to these yuppies like i’m rich or something
as if my fam’ affluent too “ya my dad was richard something
yeah, head of business something” all the while i’m flipping hustling
on top that i got that so if cops come i’ll be dippin’ from em
f-ck, how the h-ll you sposta get up?
sh-t get sticky ’till you finally stuck
guns get to cl!ckin’ and they find it in a dump, in a rut get drunk ’till your pain get numb then what?
then you back on the ave in another 209 from the tav? following the same ol’ path, popping off ’till you prolly go and get nabbed?
d-mn, i don’t even wear a f-cking watch, i don’t got time for the bs why pree it?
never switch up if you want i off your light-bulb if you do get an idea
you grew up on that feet up sh-t, i’m yelling “free

up” to who i grew up with

[hook]

- quanche lyrics

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